Zombie Walk

Ash just had his birthday last weekend, but he was scheduled to work. So, the day before his birthday I took him to a nearby Irish pub so he could get his fix of fish and chips. (He has been watching a lot of British shows lately, so he refuses to eat French fries anymore.)

Poor Ash. He celebrated the day of his birth by pretending to be dead.

After Ash put in a grueling day of work, he joined me amongst the living dead at an annual zombie walk. It was a benefit for the food shelf, which is kind of sick but it’s for a good cause.